#llewes

[mockiery]

Llewyn and Wes with their cat, Half-Pint. Comm by @guruan <3

(close-up and more about my OC Wes and their story under the cut) [ID in Alt]

Wes Tiernan is a bartender at The Auld Triangle, an Irish pub in Greenwich Village. We meet him in February, 1961, shortly after the events of Inside Llewyn Davis, when Llewyn drunkenly wanders into his bar and gets himself kicked out. Later, he returns to the Triangle and meets Wes for the first time. They get to know each other as Llewyn begins to come back more and more (to spend time with Wes, of course).

Wes is a trans man, and is closeted. He's charismatic -- he knows the scripts and the right words to say to his patrons like the back of his hand. He loves hooking up with people, and people love hooking up with him. During these hook-ups, he's incredibly focused on his partner, and his partner alone, not letting them touch him -- in part to hide his being trans.

Wes is also biracial; Irish and African American, but white-passing. He grew up in the rural South with folk, blues, and gospel music as an essential part of his life, and lost touch with it after leaving his hometown to move to NYC. Llewyn helps him get back in touch with music in a way he hasn't been in years.

I've written quite a bit for them, but it's out of order and a little all over the place. I'm trying to write some of the early stuff chronologically now, and if anyone is interested, I might get around to posting some of it on ao3.

Wes is the most fleshed-out and real-feeling OC I've ever written, and writing him and Llewyn is a genuine delight. I've been having the time of my life creating him and their story the past couple months, and I am always down to talk about them, so don't be afraid to send asks! When it comes to writing, I thrive on people enabling me lol.

(Note: Some of the stuff I've written for them is pretty spicy, which is new for me! Eventually they have a pretty active sex life, but it's a lot later in their relationship, so if I end up sharing more, that won't show up for a while. Either way, I'd keep it on ao3 and/or tag it on tumblr appropriately, just so you know!)

[hheckk]

Deep Dive into Alastor's Situation

So we all remember this bit in Finale, where Alastor has a breakdown about his situation and deal correct? He wants to find a loophole so he can be back in control.

I've seen a lot of theories regarding how Alastor is feeling in this moment and what his deal could involve, but thus far they've all sort of missed something crucial. Alastor's power.

Alastor is highly disturbed by the fact that he almost died, let alone dying to protect people. He is freaked out that the deal has made him do this, whether as part of the deal itself or as a means to get back some semblance of control he had before the deal was struck.

Either way, based on what he says in this moment about wanting to find a loophole in order to unclip his wings

: "The constraints of my deal surely have a back door. Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the strings"

We can hazard a guess and say that this deal, despite us initially believing gave him power, has probably actually taken it away. Having one's wings clipped usually entails that someone is on a leash and cannot fully extend themselves.

This means that Alastor, as well as being forced into helping the hotel, has had his power taken away.

Now I do not say this lightly, I also think that this is the case because of Alastor's fight with Adam.

We all know Alastor likes to be in control, and in order to be in control, one must not overestimate another without the possibility of the loss of that control. Now, you could say that is exactly what happened in his fight with Adam, but that wouldn't necessarily warrant the reaction toward his deal the way he does in the song. If that were the case, Alastor would likely be more angry at himself than be panicked about his deal.

Therefore, we can guess that Alastor did not overestimate Adam, but rather himself. This means that at some point, he quite possibly did have the power to take out an angel but does not anymore. The fact that he is so surprised that Adam broke his mic that we can hear his true voice means that he expected to be able to block that attack.

This all comes back to the idea that Alastor has lost power through whatever deal he made. Which in turn makes us ask the question:

What did Alastor get in return?

If he lost enough power to the point he thought he could beat Adam and couldn't, what did he want so badly that he felt the need to sell his soul and power away?

I have no idea

BUT, I have thoughts.

I have seen theories saying that perhaps Alastor made this deal while he was alive, and he sold his soul to gain power while living. This, while possible, doesn't necessarily match up with what we know about his character.

Alastor is conniving. He's brilliant. He's a serial killer. He knows and understands nuance like the back of his hand. With how much time he spent in hell (he died in the 30s and according to the wiki, Katie Killjoy died in 1992 ((Helluva Boss also takes place in the 21st century but we don't know yet if Helluva Boss is canon to Amazon's Hazbin Hotel)) Alastor would have had ample time to figure out loopholes in his deal.

No, his deal definitely happened at some point during his seven-year absence, likely near the end for the same reason as the previous. Which, again, all connects back to Lillith, which means our likely culprit for this deal is Lillith OR the person responsible for Lillith's disappearance if not Lillith herself.

This all brings us back to two questions:

What deal did Alastor make?

What did he gain from it?

[mockiery]

HE IS. HE IS GOING THRU IT :((((((

[antoncrane]

Starting from today, I have the rest of the week off work! (Thank you, past me, for the gift of organising that lol.) Ate cake for breakfast, and going to play so many games. Art (writing, maybe) will happen at some point too. Free time; Huzzah. <3

[starsandauras]

Entry 27: Memory

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 27: Memory

So far as Sammy was concerned, any time before he set foot in Gridania didn’t exist. Whoever he had been, it didn’t matter. The moment he gave his name as Sammy to Miounne was the moment the person he had been ended.

Llewellyn had accepted who Sammy was at face value, the day they had met. Had been careful with him, in a way many people hadn’t. Hadn’t asked questions, but had listened intently at anything volunteered.

“It was the way you held yourself,” he had said, one night when Llewellyn felt talkative. “As though you were protecting yourself from something.”

Sammy had been curled up on his chest, with one of Llewellyn’s hands on his back. It was solid and warm, and Sammy had never felt safer. He nodded slowly, just as slowly relaxing from his curl, to rest his head on Llewellyn’s shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he murmured, and he more heard than saw Llewellyn nod. “Not yet.”

“Of course. You never have to, if you don’t want.” He pressed a quick kiss to sunshine curls. “You are you, as you are now. And I love you, my ram hearted lamb.”

Sammy smiled and relaxed fully, the two of them rolling over and snuggling together into the mattress. “I love you too, Lyn,” he murmured, leaning up to kiss Llewellyn’s jaw.

Maybe someday Sammy would tell him where he had come from, what name he had held before Sammy O’Donnell. And maybe he wouldn’t, because it didn’t make a difference either way.

[kerra-and-company]

My GW1 folks Cal and Daisy dancing, courtesy of the lovely @just-eyris-things!! :D

(Thank you so much again, Eyris, they turned out amazing <3 <3)

[compressednerve]

i couldnt decide which higgs sketch i liked more and then it was bedtime >w<

when i was sketching higgs it reminded me of an OC i made back in 2020, who has a lot of incidental similarities to higgs that made me pog so. i will probably be drawing Llewellyn more often, possibly even posting these arts.

[emc2beans]

Hi! I’m Bean and I play ffxiv on the Leviathan server (NA data center). Here is a lineup of my ffxiv WoLs and some related ocs. Goes from left to right.

Gwynedd [Gwyn-ed] Skaenblyss Grufud

-Age: 27   -Pronouns: She/her   -Sexuality: Very Gay 

-Race: Roegadyn -Height: 7ft 3in  -Weight: ~300 lbs 

-Nameday: 28th day of the 3rd Astral Moon (May 28)

-Occupation: Sailor (prev), (the) Warrior of Light, Scion of the Seventh Dawn

-Abilities: Warrior training, The Echo/Light’s Blessing

-Extra: Middle name means “Beautiful Blossom” because she was born in the spring and she hates it.

-Family: Llewellyn Grufud (brother), Rhodri Grufud (father, 46), Angharad Grufud (mother, 45), Assorted adopted younger siblings

Gwynedd is, quite literally, a natural-born sailor. That is to say that she was delivered while her parents were at sea, below deck on The Hullripper, a once-pirate-now-mercantile ship captained by her mother Angharad and her first mate/husband Rhodri. In her mid-20s, Gwynedd developed a desire to see more of the world, which meant leaving her life at sea behind in favor of becoming an adventurer. Seeking fame, fortune, and the company of beautiful women, she would instead find herself fighting for the very existence of the star she called home. 

Llewellyn [Lew-el-in] Guldaren Grufud 

-Age: 17  -Pronouns: He/him   -Sexuality: Gay 

-Race: Roegadyn -Height: 6ft 6in  -Weight: ~210 lbs 

-Nameday: 30th day of the 5th Umbral Moon (Oct. 30)

-Occupation: Sailor, Scion of the Seventh Dawn (unofficial)

-Abilities: Lancer/Dragoon training, oceanic navigation, fishing

-Extra: Middle name means “Gold Harvest” because he was born in the autumn.

-Family: Gwynedd Grufud (sister), Rhodri Grufud (father, 46), Angharad Grufud (mother, 45), Assorted adopted younger siblings

It’s safe to say that Llewellyn’s birth was unexpected. Born slightly early and far smaller than the average Roegadyn infant, the Grufud family was forced to take an extended shore leave in Gridania to ensure ready access to healing. Growing up, Llewellyn was often bullied for his smaller size and sickly nature. Even as he grew into a teenager and his health improved, he continued to be much scrawnier than average for his race, leading to much insecurity on his part. When he hears of his elder sister’s exploits as the vaunted champion of Eorzea, Llewellyn wants nothing more than to join her, but leaving the rest of his family behind is a difficult thing to do.

Syden

16, Viera (rava), He/him, gay

Gunbreaker + Bard

Is the third of five brothers.

Knows which plants will get you high, fuck you up, heal you, or kill you. 

Riveaux

16, Elezen (wildwood), He/him, gay

Machinist + Bard

Lives primarily with his father in Gridania, but spends a few weeks each summer in Ishgard with his mother.

His mother was an Ishgardian noblewoman who ran off to Gridania with a stable boy, whom she married and had a child with. However, she soon discovered that being “poor” (more like lower-middle class) sucked and went back to Ishgard, divorcing Riveaux’s father and leaving a young Riveaux behind. 

Dire 

16, Elezen (duskwight), They/them

Astrologian + Bard

Has two mothers, one duskwight Elezen (biological) and one Garlean. 

Calls their Elezen mother ‘Mum’ and her Garlean mother ‘Mutti’

Her Garlean mom defected while stationed at Baelsar's Wall and met their Elezen mom after running afoul of the Shroud’s wildlife.

A’Mina

16, Miqo’te (seeker), She/her, bisexual but prefers girls

Rogue + Bard

Lives with her single mother, who left their tribe to escape an abusive nuhn.

Gothic lolita enthusiast

Isolde [Ee-solde] Tumult 

- Age: 24-30 (depends on who’s asking)  -Pronouns: She/her 

-Race: Hyur -Sexuality: Bi? Pan? Straight? Yes.  -Height: 5ft 5in 

-Weight: ~180 lbs

-Occupation: Artist, Warrior of Light (reluctantly),‘Free Agent’ (self-proclaimed), Scion of the Seventh Dawn (when it suits her), PR Nightmare

-Abilities: Rogue/Ninja training, The Echo/Light’s Blessing, proficiency with some Allagan technology 

-Extra: Extreme reaction to Echo, activates on contact not proximity, causes intense pain. 

Allag was an empire of incredible technology. From airborne research facilities to teleportation, nothing was beyond the reach of their greatest minds. But, one of these great minds Isolde was not, which made the fact that she was cloned all the more confusing. Worse still was that she’d managed to miss the end of the world, or at least the fall of Allag and everything she’d ever known. Her memories consisted of little more than her name, some vague scenes, and blurry faces. Fortunately, she still knew how to wield a pair of daggers, providing her with a means of defending herself against whatever lurked outside that deactivated cloning facility. 

[turtlemurmurs]

Sunday afternoon trip to the hardware store hehe <3

[ytwokid]

I can b ur angle . . ..... . . .. ... . ....... . or ur deville

[thegildedgun]

Hello hi hello.

I'm once again popping in to say hello I am not really here because I have not played FFXIV in months and have no current plans to do so!

But hey, maybe I'll still post gay shit and aesthetically pleasing things.

We will see.

[mockiery]

yo should i post the llewyn x my oc (wes) art i had comm'd? i haven't posted stuff about them before (made by either me or my beloveds) but like. if i dont explode about them publicly on here i'll explode fr

[hheckk]

im losing my mind

btw swerve is the same height as tailgate

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

WATTS HAS A FIRST NAME

llewellyn,,,,,,,,,,, my boy..

[antoncrane]

*chanting* Cat!Cat!Cat!Cat!

[starsandauras]

Entry 14: Telling

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 14: Telling

A neophyte member of the Archery Guild passed by the open door of the storage room, only to double back at the sound of humming. She peeked into the room, miqo’te ears swiveling around, trying to track the sound. She had to enter the room proper and turn a few corners around the shelving to find the source.

“Oh, Lieutenant O’Donnell!” she called out in surprise at finding the lalafell officer standing on a crate while using another, taller one as a makeshift desk. A bouquet of daffodils laid on top, while Sammy finished writing something down. It took him a moment for the archer in training’s voice to reach him, but soon enough he sat his quill down and smiled brightly.

“Ohki, right?” he asked, and his smile grew as she nodded. “It’s good to meet you, I’ve heard good things.”

Ohki blushed lightly, surprised that one of the Warriors of Light had heard of her, much less anything about her, positive or otherwise. “Thank you, Lieutenant O’Donnell,” she murmured. “I’m surprised to see you here, you haven’t spent much time around the Guild since you and your family were taken in by the Ishgardians.”

Since he met Jehantel, was the truth, but everyone had heard of the dressing down Master Llewellyn had given the old bard after he told Sammy to do something that deeply upset him and had derailed his bardic training completely. Everyone also knew that no one was to bring up the subject lest they risk Master Llewellyn’s renewed anger and upset Sammy again.

Sammy’s smile turned sheepish and he crossed his hands behind his head. “Needed a bit of privacy,” he said, then glanced around the room, making Ohki turn to look behind her. “I’m writing a note for Lyn, to put on this bouquet for him.”

Ohki couldn’t help but laugh fondly, feeling her heart start to melt, just a little. They were an unusual pair around Gridania, the lalafell archer turned machinist and the elezen white mage, but it didn’t make their relationship any less adorable and loved by the populace. “I’m sure he’ll love it,” she replied. “Are daffodils his favorite?”

Sammy nodded as he went back to put the finishing touches on his note and waved it gently, to help the ink dry. “He says they remind him of new beginnings, since they’re usually the first flowers of spring.”

By the Elementals, they really were the ideal couple. “I’ll leave you to it then,” she said, smiling. “And I won’t breathe a word to Master Llewellyn,” she added, bringing a finger to her lips.

As Sammy nodded and gave his thanks, she did however start to formulate a plan to point Llewellyn towards a potter that she knew did matching cups. Just in case Llewellyn needed any gift ideas himself.